I had a hard time deciding whether to post this. I like how the kid and the ball look sooo tiny and how I caught the ball in mid-air. I'm not entirely convinced of the shot, though. Thoughts? If you want to share, that is. I like sharing.

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serenade

I'm always hesitant to take pictures of strangers. I fear that if I catch them in a bad mood, they'll grab the camera from my hands and I'll never see it again. This guy made eye contact, but seemed to like the attention. My brother said that it's proof that he exists.

I was just thinking that taking pictures suits me quite well. I often recall scenes in my head and with each passing moment, I'm always aware that history has been made. In a way, it's clinging to the past, which doesn't sound very good. I don't do it to get trapped in something I can't change, but because I'm generally grateful for the little moments that come my way and slip by all too quickly.

a selfish post

I do not post this because I think these are great shots. It's just a little story about loss.

Believe it or not, this used to be my dream house. I was immediately attracted to the rich rust colour of its textured decay. Worn fabric hung from the windows. Bins that hadn't been touched for what seemed like years sat just outside the door.

I wanted to run my hand along the brick, but instead imagined the touch and created possible histories of the people who had once inhabited it. The possible stories that led to its standing there, desolate, made me want to be the one to throw open dust-draped doors and look behind old furniture for secret hiding places.

I had once wished that I would build it up again with someone (oddly there was no face to the someone despite my being with someone at the time). Only with the one I love would I share the joy of discovering what its previous inhabitants had forgotten.

Sadly, someone else has moved in before me. They're fixing it up. Even the bricks seem grudgingly awakened by the noises within---hammers, hand drills. That house on Robert St. always calls to me for some reason. But it'll probably be quite happy all dapper and renewed by others' hands.

scribble (click pic)

a personal favourite (click pic)

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a reminder

robert st.

hmmm...sometimes I like this one, sometimes I don't

round the bend

decay on Sussex Ave. & Spadina

There's white paint peeling off this garage. The funny thing is...I've walked by it so any times on my way to and from Kensington, but not until hours after taking this pic did I realize that there was a drawing of streets and cars on it. How could I have missed it?!

I 'photoshopped' this one to bring out the rust more. I kinda like it, but I feel like it's cheating a little. But I suppose if I were working in a darkroom I could do this to the negative, too. Right?

For the original, click here.

worth a look

I hope I can check it out.

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